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Turnitin.com is the service that Gretchen championed at her high-school. Wonder if this lawsuit is going to stick?

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How to Design Your Own Home - WikiHow

How to Design Your Own Home - WikiHow

Hey Gretchen!

Aren't you going to tell us about the time that Grant drove away with the gas pump nozzle still in the tank?

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How to organize a kitchen

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More Poetry

Maya Angelou, for Kellogg's Fruit Loops:

Toucan Sam, you leap on the back of the wind,
lode stone to assorted fruit flavors,
Phoenix of the dawns, one smile.
We gave you, Toucan Sam, life.
You, Toucan Sam, give us loops of fruit.
Fruity loops, Fruit Loopies,
swimming in the churning, frothy mother sea of milk,
Kellogg's appreciates consumer comments,
P. O. Box 221, Battle Creek, Michigan,
a prism of fruity color, a cornucopia
of over forty fruity tastes.

The orange,the apple,the grape, the pomegranate,

the quince,

the kumquat,

the kiwi,

the plantain,

the guava...

Three Uses for Chopsticks, by Juliet Kono

Gretchen suggested this poem. Very poignant for us married folk. From Juliet Kono

I.
She drops her head between her knees.
Her long black hair flows over.
She gathers up the strands,
flips up her head
and twists her hair
into a silken bun.
She takes a pair of chopsticks,
sticks them into her hair
to hold it up; together with an orchid,
chopsticks make a practical decoration.
The nape of her neck is exposed
tempting him to touch it.
At the right moment tonight
she will pull out the chopsticks
like a knife
and drop her hair
for the kill.


II
Teeth-chipped red lacquer chopsticks
with wood exposed like flesh.
She saves the old ones for him.
He uses the chopsticks to prop
orchid plants heavy with flowers.
From her window, she watches
him stab into the cinder
at the base of the plants.
He is careful of the aerial roots --
blue-green veins more familiar now
than veins on her breasts
that he once tracked
after parting her long, graying hair
fallen across her chest.
She notices he binds chopsticks
and stalks with soft wire
in an unlikely embrace,
preventing winds from toppling
and crushing the plants.


III.
She walks down the path
like a bride -- white orchids
fluttering like butterflies in her hands --
to where he waits for her.
She loops white hair
straggling from her bun
over an ear as she walks.
Fronting the small stoop
near gas burners, she bows,
draws a pair of long steel chopsticks
from their case. She picks up
the char-free bones
left among the ashes:
fragments of hip bones, pieces of skull,
parts of teeth.
She drops them into an urn.
She ties a black cloth
around the copper box,
sticks flowers into the square knot,
and folds her arms around him
and orchids.

I'll have the roast duck with mango salsa

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